Weirdfiction Stories

Marco is thirteen, a kid who trusts facts, field guides, and the dream of becoming a wildlife biologist like his parents. He believes in what can be named, measured, and understood. But the world has stopped behaving. Animals act wrong. Ravens follow him. A girl's pendant glows when she's happy. A castle flickers between ruin and beauty. Magic isn't something Marco wants. It isn't something he believes in. But it's here anyway, mythic, wild, and impossible to ignore. As strange creatures and dangerous pursuers slip into his quiet California town, Marco must decide whether to hold on to the safety of what he knows or step into a reality that is bigger, stranger, and more alive than anything he ever imagined.

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

When Dr. Meera Kapoor tells her students that consciousness isn't real - just meat telling itself a story - something that isn't real hears her. The lights flicker. The city empties. Now Kolkata is silent. Her phone rings with her own voice. Every billboard screams with her face. And the boy from the lecture is waiting in her kitchen to ask one final question: "If there's no observer, did the universe ever happen?" There are no ghosts in the machine. Just the machine. And now the story called 'you' is over.

A package from an old friend starts a descent into madness.' Word Count: 843

A weird creature offering me tea forcefully, a tall faceless man, and now, a garden of flowers... Wait- Am I in... Weirdcore Universe!?!?

«Qatnab sits on her throne of books, guarding the last threads of reason. Somewhere beyond the shelves, a single Hen mocks the universe's logic - laying paradoxes instead of eggs, poisoning every truth it touches. Qatnab hunts it through stories, through dreams, through cracks in the world - the cosmic librarian against the living contradiction. A surreal flash-fiction experiment: absurd, darkly funny, and sharp enough to slice your comfort zone. Read carefully. The Hen is still loose.»

The monsters lurking in shadows. The words of unknown meaning spoken in the darkness of night. The last letter to an old friend. This is my first work of horror as well as my first ever work in English. If you find an error, please point it out.

Trauma. Misery. Agony. All of these work better than rites. In his newest collection of flash fiction, EvantheNerd83 whispers into readers' ears, revealing secrets better kept buried. The horrors contained within vary. Eldritch forces beyond both comprehension and interpretation. Natural-or unnatural-curiosities that harbor misanthropic intentions. And much more mundane grievances. By the end, readers will understand the Way The World Works. In this collection, one may find: "Tribute Of The Gods"- A mysterious structure brings back feelings of awe, wonder, and fear. "It Made Them"- Isolated settlements are scenes of inexplicable deaths. "Paper Doll"- Bullying has an unintended circumstance. "Communion"- A little girl finds God. "Living Fire"- Something far worse than a fire ant bite. As well as fifteen other tales.

//THE FRENCH REVOLUTION // A SOLDIER, FAR FROM HOME // WRITING LETTERS TO A BROTHER WHO MAY BE DEAD // STRANGE THINGS ARE MOVING IN THE WOODS // AND IN THE FEY FORESTS, POWER HOLDS STRANGE TEMPTATIONS From the third season of Wrong Station. Listen to an audio version here: https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/brumaire/id1190625755?i=1000472740494

A story inspired by Lovecraft's work, mainly Dagon, The White Ship, Celephaïs and The Crawling Chaos.

While on an expedition to the legendary yet mysterious At-Tabar desert, a group of explorers stumble upon a structure who's origins are far sinister than they appear. Includes an author's note on the story.

"She was so consumed, so enthralled by his ghost, so hungry for his words and the magnetism of his phraseology. It was almost madness in its sweetest, yet bitterest, form. An impression in which she knew she could never return to a former self of innocence and of its ignorance." Susana Romero is an undergraduate student studying Literary Arts at Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island. She has recently moved in to Mrs Shaferkin's residence on Angell Street, and although everything about her new room and board appeals to her antiquarianism, an incessant creak threatens to ruin it. Upon seeking to resolve it, Susana's unforeseen discovery awakens an all new horror. A Lovecraftian Score is a dark tale about the delicate fringes between the eroticism and neuroticism of obsession. *****A new chapter will be posted every two weeks*****

Czasami wydaje mi się, że wszystko wokół drży, jakby zaraz miało się rozpaść. Zatrzymuję się wtedy i czekam, aż ściany zaczną pękać, dojdzie do katastrofy, a potem spod ruin zacznie wyzierać jedyna, najwyższa i najprawdziwsza Prawda. Boję się tylko, że będzie czarna jak smoła i wcale nas nie wyzwoli.

A man, betrayed by his wife goes into the wilderness to end it all. There, he finds a new half, and makes a new kind of partnership. Warning for themes of suicide.

Caleb can speak to the wind. It happened a month after the death of Huxley, his red fox friend. The wind said all things come and go and just left in mid sentence. Caleb wasn't so sure, but he wished that the wind didn't scream; it hurt his ears and messes up the lawn and laundry. With the wind beside him, he embarks on an adventure where the adults will not go, cannot go. A #justwriteit story for the #Onceuponnow theme.

We Who Coil is a cosmic horror chronicle set in a post event Earth transformed by a vast, ongoing memetic and atmospheric anomaly that makes skyward observation deadly. After two key events, Icarus and Khonsu, civilization retreated into sealed vertical megastructures collectively called the Web of Babel.

Oh look, it's one of those aqua-birds! They are common here in the desert. See the large, skin sack that hangs from its throat? That is full of water. Tragically, all aqua-birds birds are completely unaware of this fact. - See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Story/16210#sthash.DsRksKwR.dpuf

"In a world where reality frays at the edges, a masked boy slips into his imagination. Church organs play backwards, toys are carved from knives, and a new phobia - anthroclaoustrophobia, the fear of soulveil - takes root. With only two characters, this surreal horror explores queerness, identity, and the fragile line between memory and madness. Inspired by haunting music but wholly original, this story blurs the boundary between nightmare and dream, inviting readers into a faded, eerie world where nothing is certain and everything is unsettling."

I was given the challenge of writing a story with the sentence "But fortunately he had listed me as next of kin on the UCSF form for them to pick up his body". I thought it was impossible, so I went for it. the only named character was another writer's group challenge where they gave me the character and told me to put them in a story. in short, this is going to be a weird one. anyway, it turned out fun. hope you like it!